Your lips on my lips,
your hips on my hips,
your breasts on my breasts,
our nipples hard-pressed,
as two ripe grapes during wine season
The flicker of your tongue,
the way you bite the edge of my lip when you kiss me,
your mouth agape as you moan into me,
like an Inuit throat singer,
your voice vibrating my ribcage
Your legs a colossal snake forbidding escape,
pupils dilate then decrease, spasms increase,
your uterus grips like a fist w/
its spontaneous contraction,
giving way to intense satisfaction
Light flickers through shadows
from the candle-box on the wall,
one vivid lotus flower blooms
in the middle of the room,
as butterflies twirl
from the ceiling fan,
like frenzied ballerinas
You grip my head, then pull my hair,
forcing my tongue deeper
urging my fingers,
as my entire hand thrusts
rhythmically inside you
like an instrument
I’ve learned all the chords to
When the music’s over,
the butterflies retreat,
the lotus flower floats away;
you lay there
twitching as if you’d been stricken
with epilepsy
I tease you with my touch,
then blow gently
on your naked body,
cooling the fire, which burns so incessantly
Plumes of smoke,
blow circularly,
like two entwined rings,
engulfing the flowers,
that cut a path through the glass,
overlooking this arctic oblivion
I can’t feel myself, can’t feel you, can’t feel the room
I feel on the verge of emotional hypothermia
as you attempt to return the gesture,
knowing in advance it’s not going to lead
anywhere, pushing your hand away,
then rushing to wash you off of me
as if you were tainted blood
I return with a smile & a kiss,
before surrendering to the emptiness,
& the blackness;
the sad twitch of burning souls
among cindery neural synapses.
So I thought this was going to be a hot sexual Exodus but it was so much more. The sadness, at the end, the dislocated feeling. Genius. Not sure I’ve ever read something like this. To go from the ecstacy to the agony. Almost Impossible to convey. This reminded me of one of my absolute most favorite books; Sunlight On Cold Water. That’s a huge compliment because I adore that book. It has the rapture and grief just like this. You’re so fucking good. Scratch good. You’re so fucking brilliant.
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Wow thank you. That’s a massive compliment.
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You EARN it by writing things like this. I’m reminded why I first became your friend it was because I adore your writing. Only afterwards did I get to know the writer behind the poems and like her equally or more than the writer. You’re the only friend I have whom I liked for her writing ability before I liked her for her person. I will always encourage you to write, I believe in you so much.
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ditto 🙂
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And I totally relate to the joy and the loss. Few can describe that. You have. SO well.
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